'Poems are wild things: creatures made and living taken straight from the heart and mediated by the mind; made things which insist on their singularities. Poems stampede in their own wilfully strict formations evade and annoy our fences. Poems are things in themselves with their own internal smarts; smart or simple as it pleases them to be.
Welcome to wild poems, enjoy their soft bodies, their sharp hooves' (Publication summary)
